Whoosh!
A streak of blue light stopped in the void. After glancing into the distance in the direction ahead, it withdrew its gaze and looked to the other side.
"Dragon-Fusion Realm, White Flame, Sang Qiye..."
Gou Wuyue knew that his old rival was declaring war again.
Judging by how the White Flame was burning, the longer this dragged on, the worse the White Robes' defeat would become.
But if he chose to engage, he would inevitably lose his targets: Ba Zunan, the Saint Slave's First Seat, and Haitang'er.
"A choice between two?"
Gou Wuyue hesitated slightly.
Rationally speaking, he was inclined to abandon the White Robes troops for the sake of the mission and continue following Ba Zunan's trail until he captured him.
Given that man's sealed sword, this might be the Holy Spirit Hall's only chance! Yet powerful emotions were urging Gou Wuyue on as well.
Ba Zunan's favor, the White Robes' casualties, Sang Qiye's challenge...
It seemed that at this moment, aside from accepting the battle, he had no other option at all.
"There really are too few people!"
Gou Wuyue sighed softly.
Or rather, it was not that the Holy Spirit Hall had sent too few people.
It was that the Saint Slave's reinforcements this time had truly exceeded everyone's expectations.
Nearly all the major figures in the Saint Slave's ranks had come, along with even the leaders scattered across various regions.
The troops and manpower deployed merely to deal with a Storyteller, plus the reinforcements forcibly summoned after discovering there was also a Saint Slave First Seat, simply could not withstand this sudden situation.
But if they needed even more men...
Not to mention that they had not known the present circumstances at the time.
Based solely on the scant intelligence they had then, they could